Tiny Whirlwinds

Dana grinned like a fiend, and I could tell something was different tonight. The mischievous glint in her eyes was hardened, triumphant. 1

Her hand found mine, our fingers snaking together, resting on my thigh. She leaned her head on my shoulder, shivering a bit as the wind picked up. I breathed in deep, sighing with pleasure at the crisp Autumn air that filled my lungs. 2

Dana shifted slightly, looking over our shoulders. She got up suddenly from our bench, tiptoeing over to the rail of the gazebo and leaning over, her pixie eyes squinting as they searched the park. 3

Satisfied we were the only souls around for miles, she turned back to me and stepped forward. She reached into her leather jacket's pocket, pulling out a plastic baggie. I blinked, cocking my head slightly in question. Her hand dipped into her pocket again, this time pulling out a small glass pipe, a kaleidoscope of psychedelic colors. 4

She packed the bowl, lit it and breathed in deep. She looked straight at me as she exhaled a plume of sweet smelling smoke in my face. 5

Her arm extended, the bowl turned towards me. An offering. A challenge.6

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The music pulsed in our ears, thousands of sweaty, writhing bodies jostled us from all sides. Dana's arms clutched around my neck, as she swayed to the opening strains of the band's encore. 8

She tilted her head upwards, her slender neck flashing with the reflection of strobe lights. Her pixie eyes met mine, surrounded by the dark circles of mascara and exhaustion. She grinned suddenly and spun away from me, darting into the mosh pit.9

I followed, close on her heels, my head spinning from the effects of alcohol and an endless night of dancing. I called out her name, my vocal chords objecting loudly to being strained any further that night.10

I found her, dancing like a maniac, bouncing around every which way. She stopped suddenly, the lone still figure in a pack of delirious teenagers. She threw her head back, her long mane tickling the back of her thighs, and raised her arms to the heavens in exultation.11

A raver girl sidled up to her suddenly, pressing her body against Dana's and whispering something in her ear. Dana cocked her head to the side, confusion evident on her face. The raver girl stepped forward and kissed her, hard, on the lips.12

Dana stood limply, as thousands of horny drunk guys around her cheered out their appreciation. The raver girl broke their kiss and laughed hysterically. Dana's eyes searched the crowd, stopping as they found me. 13

Her eyebrows quirked up, asking a silent question. I smirked my reply.14

Dana grinned, turning back to her makeout buddy and nibbling on her ear. The raver girl grabbed her hand and started to lead her off. Dana looked back at me, beckoning me to follow.15

We huddled together in a stall in the women's bathroom, the raver girl eyeing me suspiciously and then shrugging. She reached into her bra, extracting a plastic baggie.16

The raver measured out three identical tiny white lines on the tank of the toilet, then rolled up a dollar bill, handing it to Dana. Dana looked into my eyes, searching for something, before leaning forward and sniffing hard. A groan escaped her lips as she slumped to the floor, handing the rolled up bill to the raver. Her hand sought mine and she giggled as I leaned forward and sniffed my line. 17

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I shifted my weight on my bed, leaning forward to watch exactly what Dana was doing. She glared at me, her eyes silently ordering me to be still. She pulled back the needle's plunger, moaning in ecstasy as the dope hit her bloodstream. My breath hitched, watching her face for signs of danger. Her eyes snapped forward, a faraway look in her pixie eyes.19

I grabbed a tissue, pressing it lightly to her bicep, soaking up the bloodstain. She fell back onto my bed, a million miles away, as the needle rolled out of her hand, settling by my hip. I picked it up, and peered at the pile of powder in front of me. 20

I looked down at Dana, who was now watching me intently. Our eyes locked, and I could see the intensity in hers. She willed me, begged me to join her. To be where she was.21

I cooked up my first shot, wondering idly as the needle broke my skin if this was the moment I had lost my innocence, but secretly knowing it had been lost long ago.22

As the dope worked its way into my heart, into my soul, our eyes met again. She breathed heavily, her skin glowing with pleasure, and my body shook with the same, heavenly pleasure as I leaned forward and kissed her hard, my hand undoing the zipper of her jeans.23

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My hand gripped the knob of our bedroom door, a triumphant smile on my lips as I gripped the bundle I had just scored. I walked into our room, finding Dana asleep, curled up under our blanket. 25

I called for her to join me, as I pulled out our works and prepped two shots. I laughed silently at her laziness, as she stayed in bed, her eyes watching me. I did my shot, and leaned back, sighing out in joy. 26

I nodded off for a moment, before snapping back to reality as the ash of my cigarette fell onto my chest. I looked at the table, where Dana's shot still lay, waiting for her.27

Looking back to the bed, I wondered if Dana was sick. She was staring at me still, a faraway look on her face.28

My heart stopped as I looked into her pixie eyes, seeing the glassy and empty look that stared back at me. 29

I walked over and climbed into bed, cradling her tight to me as I wept.30

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